The Promise of Freedom

The quest never fulfilled, The road not taken, For all forgiven, is but a mystery forsaken, who all believes in gum drop trees, in summers sweetens, in fall comes the leaves, for a twinkle in the eye, the catcher in the rye, a fields so beauty , I cannot deny, wishing to fly, we lived but a lie, the truth be told they led us to dye, glory of the masters, who made world disasters, a broken promise of men, full of death and sin, for in the end we cannot win, a dream told by men, is but a lie that lingers like a stinch in the wind.